THE STORY OF PEOPLE by Mbizo Chirasha,


Life  is a  paradox, the world  is  a  crime  ,otherwise the world  is a haven of great  things and worst  experiences .   I  had  the  chance  to interact with  women ,young women, young men and  men  during  my tenure  as   an INK Community  Writing  Skills  Development  Facilitator  in  KwaZulu-Natal province, South Africa  courtesy of the … Continue reading THE STORY OF PEOPLE by Mbizo Chirasha,

EVERYTHING REMEMBERS IN MICHAEL DICKEL’S NOTHING REMEMBERS.


Wholesomely, NOTHING REMEMBERS is a paradox of life, death and resurrection as seen in seasons of life ,in the aging , as seen in the sunrise and sunset, so EVERYTHING REMEMBERS that becomes in the paradox of Michael Dickel’s NOTHING REMEMBERS. My argument is there is nothing called nothing, even void is full of something even if that something is emptiness. Nothing Remembers is a deep paradox of existence and non-existence, or nonexistence in existence. NOTHING REMEMBERS , the title  is  a complex analogy  of  the world found  in Michael Dickel’s poesy and that  is artistically synchronized  by  the visual art oil painting  Angel of Time, which is the cover jacket of the  , remember time  depicts  age and agelessness , existence , spirituality , memory and  hope . All these factors are captured in NOTHING REMEMBERS. When you remember an incident , the first flicker of your memory is  TIME , so the use of the visual art  ANGEL OF TIME on  the book cover  synchronizes  presentation ,  literary swag  , artistic  dexterity, reason ,morality  and depth of detail ,etiquette, personal experience ,travelogue and deep personal reflections.

“A Piece of the Sacred Planet”. . . and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt


Great blessings to you G Jamie Dedes . Great thank you for the great dedication to freedom of expression and global justice . I salute all great poets who brought their unstoppable solidarity to this great CAUSE . Aluta Continua!!!

THE POET BY DAY

Lightening storm in Africa (Monrovia, Liberia), courtesy of Bethany Laird, Upsplash

“At the heart of globalization is a new kind of intolerance in the West towards other cultures, traditions and values, less brutal than in the era of colonialism, but more comprehensive and totalitarian.” Martin Jacques, British journalist, editor, academic, political commentator and author



Zimbabwean poet activist, Mbizo Chirasha, hosted this prompt on January 22, which called our attention to neocolonialism or the use in place of direct imperialism of capitalism, globalization, and cultural imperialism for the suppression of human rights by First World actors in Third World* arenas: Africa, Asia, Latin America. Admittedly this was a difficult challenge, especially for those who don’t live in a Third World country or if Third World issues aren’t something closely followed. Hence, we didn’t consistently make the target but we do have a thoughtful pointed collection to share today that emphasizes issues of poverty…

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TIME OF THE POET:Second Name of Earth is PEACE.


  MOTHER EARTH is broken from  incessant  decadent wars carelessly perpetuated by mindless ,vicious political imbeciles. Our natural wealth  plundered  by  greedy ,gluttonous   economic dare-devils, imbibing  crude oil and fresh blood .   Warlord-ism set the suns of our freedom, our earth is torn naked   . War is ravaging the beauty of African diamond fields ,We … Continue reading TIME OF THE POET:Second Name of Earth is PEACE.

James Coburn’s Poetry Dish  tastes of   African Politics of  RESISTANCE.


JAMES COBURN ’s free style verses are pregnant with reason , emotion and mesmerizing rhythm . Coburn is a day by day  poet serializing human experiences and earthly happenings with a willing pen. His diction is creatively economized, while the expression is satirically delicious, meaning is creamed   with metaphoric opulence and reason is dipped  in  paradox. The Imagery is beautiful and proudly portrays signals and symbols with that astonishing poetic exuberance. The delivery is  organic, original like a fertile womb yet to be born. EXLUSIVE! The poet in Coburn is a griot of his land and a singer for his people. Ironically Coburn’s poetry dishes taste African politics and protests for justice. Some ingredients of reason, experience and emotion are borrowed from African Poets of resistance. We live under one universe despite demographical and geographical parameters. I always say, James Coburn is an Africa Griot in Oklahoma. Happy Great Year of 2020. ALUTA CONTINUA!!!

TIME OF THE POET JOURNAL : Of Wretched Slogan Vagabonds and Political Hoodlums!!


December dribbles her signature dance towards January, shaking off jackets  of Christmas fever  welcoming 2020 flipping  pages into another millennium.  We are capping this year of diversity  with a blessing of global of poetry. This journal celebrates  the  power in  togetherness  and  the  vintage of  diversity .Poets  and poems featured in this  special  journal represent   the magic of poetry  on the this once peaceful but now war whipped  earth we call WORLD.  It is a selection of defiant but nonviolent spear like words hunting for justice in the deep gutters of war, expedience   and digging for peace underneath crude pits of tyranny. To expose  dictatorial  vagaries and totalitarian  imbecility perpetuated by blood suckers and powers mongers on this our  earth  .Our  God the Almighty , Lord  created   Poets with the wisdom of revolutionizing   and cleansing  the world  of  its political dirty and wash  it clean  from  the trash of toxic corruption. This journal is a global reprint of poetic footprints retracing us   from the days we started to our destiny, TODAY. Today   fingers of grandchildren are burnt in hot pans of political authoritarian regimes. We have become grandsons and daughters of preceding autocratic soup kitchens.  We are clutching on the legacy of economic seizures, terroristic trances, war commerce and commodification of refugees.  We are the wretched vagabonds clutching on the torn flags of banana republics. Hoodlums praising remorseless wizards and lizards grabbing the sunlight of our lives in broad light. Our featured  Poet Profile in  this  December special offing  is  Jamie Dedes( profile enclosed).The poets here are   some of the remaining voices hard nut bolt resistant enough to be swallowed by the imbecilic, corrupt and crude global political clout.Keshab Sigdel (NEPAL),Anjum Wasim Dar( Pakistan),  Mbonisi Zikhali( Canada- Zimbabwe) , Robson Shoes Lambada( Zimbabwe), Taofeek Ayeyemi ( Nigeria), Kushal Poddar( India),  Nancy Ndeke( Kenya) , Samson Abanni( Zimbabwe) and Michael Dickel  ( Israel), James  Coburn ( USA), Tracy Yvonne Breazile( America)  and Author  Omwa Ombara( USA-KENYA).  Poets remain peoples commissars and messengers  of truth-

Meet Judging Panel of the 2019 Freedom Voices Poetry Prize


 Brave Voices Poetry Journal 67: Paying Tribute to Unique Heroes and Heroines and their Uniqueness An Ode for Cadres of resistance ( Human Rights , anti-imperialistic , antiapartheid , freedom of expression , fight for political justice , right to economic justice and right to social inclusion) Ken Saro Wiwa for movement for the survival of Ogoni people ( Nigeria) Dedan Kimathi (Kenyan liberation struggle) Steve Biko (fighting inequalities in South African apartheid) Lookout Masuku (fighting for political justice in Zimbabwe) Charles Dambudzo Marechera (PenSlinger of Truth in Zimbabwe) Ambuya Nehanda (medium spirit of Chimurenga (war of liberation) in Zimbabwe) Ruth First (South African fighter for civil rights) Winnie Madikizela Mandela (Fighter for political and economic rights in South Africa) Itai Dzamara ( fighter for human rights and freedom of expression in Zimbabwe) Freedom Nyamubaya( gunslinger during war of liberation ,poet against dictatorship regime in Zimbabwe).

Freedom Voices Poetry Writing Prize 2019


An Ode for Cadres of resistance ( Human Rights , anti-imperialistic , anti apartheid , freedom of expression , fight for political justice , right to economic justice and right to social inclusion) Ken Saro Wiwa for movement for the survival of Ogoni people ( Nigeria) Dedan Kimathi (Kenyan liberation struggle) Steve Biko (fighting inequalities in South African apartheid) Lookout Masuku (fighting for political justice in Zimbabwe) Charles Dambudzo Marechera (PenSlinger of Truth in Zimbabwe) Ambuya Nehanda (medium spirit of Chimurenga (war of liberation) in Zimbabwe) Ruth First (South African fighter for civil rights) Winnie Madikizela Mandela (Fighter for political and economic rights in South Africa) Itai Dzamara ( fighter for human rights and freedom of expression in Zimbabwe) Freedom Nyamubaya( gunslinger during war of liberation ,poet against dictatorship regime in Zimbabwe)

Power of the Pen : Jabulani Ndlovu Mzinyathi .


"The economic malaise has kept most of the works in the doldrums. i am happy though that there are lots of people that have been doing well behind the scenes for the growth of poetry. the story is about people like you. there is dzonze. i make mention too of academic and poet Chidora. there is of course the indefatigable Mwanaka. zimbolicious volumes continue to flow. it is also exciting to see young poets polishing their works and charting new paths or widening roads travelled by the mungoshis- davy and charles, chireres, virginia phiri, philani nyoni and of course marechera who will never die"- Uncle JB is an internationally published poet, distinguished legal practitioner and a rebel in a suit. His two poetry collections published by our own Mwanaka Media and Publishing. The collections include, RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION and UNDER THE YOKE OF STEEL. Uncle JB’s poetry exudes dexterity and literary prowess. The writer poet roasts politicians and their zealots in pans of truth .His metaphors burn corruption bedbugs to death. His satire strangle dictators until they slide into a comma. The frenzy of his lyrics push the reader into a literary trance

A DINNER WITH POETS OF DEFIANCE (Voices for Sudan): Brave Voices Poetry Journal 66


CURATOR OF DEFIANCE : Mr. Super-Power It is very easy to watch child soldiers slaughtering other children in the name of war on CNN International and BBC Africa. Madam Democrat Hell easy to speak of democracy and peace in the comfort of uptown glitter built by Sudanese gems and golden oil. Comrade Humanitarian, Bloody easy to carry briefcases filled with blood money to buy rifles and mental cranking drugs for young boys in Juba to kill their elders. Honorable Ambassador, It is hur….r aay cheap for you to cut off Sudanese news headlines and stash them in your political diplomacy library, get paid on the 25th of August, enjoy cups of cappuccino and forget. Mr. Military Junta, Sweat easy to swallow your heart and become a warlord, not ashamed to sit on tables to talk peace for people you are killing. I say, it is not easy to see a Darfur mother’s giving birth biting a bullet. I go on to say, It is difficult to see grenade shredded Khartoum babies on headlines of global news. I find it not easy to walk on mounds of gun- caused shallow graves. To see stacks of machete riddled human carcasses every day of our mighty lord. African Union, European Union, Americas, Indian Peace Foundations, Asian Peace Unions And United Nations, Where are you? While gun merchants, oil cartels And blood diamond cabals harvest bloody wealth, Sudan reaping death…………. Khartoum harvesting pangs of hunger We are not mentally deaf and poetically blind …………… Asijiki! We need a sweet fart of peace in Sudan and beyond. Poetry is the Weapon of Mass Instruction Ahoy!!! Tonight, after your dinner with poets of defiance. You can also pick some ink and write a verse of peace for Sudan, IN BOLD LETTERS – Mbizo Chirasha is Editor and Curator: A Dinner with Poets of Defiance (Voice for Sudan, Brave Voices Poetry Journal 66).

TRANDAFIR SÎMPETRU of ROMÂNIA brews a Unique Poetry Refreshment.


I'm going to climb your ship, baby, With the astral smell of puddle, shells and herbs, Discoloured, in the largs let's go, look at me How I run through lightning and lightning through the shores Anched in your eyes, we will be free, baby, will Uplifting the winding waves in our wake, we will leave Away the shade of the chestnut trees and the deserted heights Of the wounded amurgite, i will call you as an temptation, In silence, to love you in the morning barefoot, to Look at your eyes and breasts like a foreign shore,